Chapter 36

Night.

In Sanzhen City, along the riverside, at Happy迪Bar.

"On the stage, two men imitated the Chopsticks Brothers, dancing and singing with great effort: 'You are my little apple, no matter how much I love you, it's never too much...'"

Below the stage, Lin Ziyuan and Zheng Xiaotian sat at a table.

"Do you know why I asked you to come here?" Lin Ziyuan shouted to Zheng Xiaotian.

"As long as it's not to pay the bill, any reason is fine." Zheng Xiaotian shouted back.

The man beside them immediately pursed his lips, showing obvious disdain.

Lin Ziyuan was completely speechless at Zheng Xiaotian's answer. She had thought they would have a few drinks, chat, and relax. Then, she would give him a red envelope. Working for her wasn't just about the salary; according to the rules, collecting debts came with a commission, usually more than 10% of the amount. For difficult debts, the commission could exceed 50%.

Even so, Lin Ziyuan had prepared a small commission for Zheng Xiaotian—0.2%. This was already a lot, she thought. Now, she was thoroughly speechless and didn't want to talk to him anymore.

The man beside them waved to the waiter, then took out his wallet and pointed to the men on stage: "A bottle of wine costs a hundred bucks, I understand that. Bring a dozen bottles. Isn't it just money? I have plenty of it."

"The richest man sits at a regular table, like a hidden tycoon. When necessary, he throws out those real or fake RMB. Anyway, the bar is dim, and no one can see." Zheng Xiaotian said calmly. His voice wasn't loud, and with the noisy environment in the bar, the other man definitely couldn't hear. But, as a cultivator, he could transmit his voice so that the other man would definitely hear it.

The man, slamming his hands on the table, stood up angrily and pointed at Zheng Xiaotian: "What did you say?"

Lin Ziyuan was stunned. She wondered, what did Zheng Xiaotian say? He didn't say anything. What's going on? Is he deliberately causing trouble?

"What did I say?" Zheng Xiaotian asked innocently.

"You said I'm showing off!" the man pointed at Zheng Xiaotian.

"Do you have any evidence? Nowadays, a picture is worth a thousand words. Do you have a recording to prove it?" Zheng Xiaotian asked.

"Madam, I think I heard it, so you should have heard it too, right?" the man looked at Lin Ziyuan.

The three were seated like this: Lin Ziyuan was between the man and Zheng Xiaotian. If Zheng Xiaotian spoke loudly enough for the man to hear, Lin Ziyuan would have heard it too.

"I didn't hear anything." Lin Ziyuan said honestly.

"I thought you were a good person, an honest one. It seems I was completely wrong. You're not honest at all." The man pointed at Lin Ziyuan, shaking his head with regret.

"What's going on here?" Lin Ziyuan was confused.

"Kid, it doesn't matter if there are no witnesses. There are plenty of reasons to beat someone up. If I don't like you, that's reason enough. Now, I don't like you. Don't misunderstand, I just don't like you and want to beat you. What do you think?" the man looked at Zheng Xiaotian.

Zheng Xiaotian thought the man was crazy. Why announce that he wants to beat him and even ask for his opinion?

"If you really want to talk, let's go outside and stop wasting time." Zheng Xiaotian said.

"Go outside for what? Just go on stage." The man pointed to the stage.

"You have some serious tastes!" Zheng Xiaotian shook his head.

The imitation Chopsticks Brothers, who had been paid, were kicked off the stage before they could even finish their beer. Then, the man and Zheng Xiaotian stood on the stage, not singing or dancing, just staring at each other.

One minute, the audience didn't react. Two minutes, they started to get restless. Three minutes, they were very restless.

"What's going on? If you have a problem, go to a mental hospital. Don't act crazy here. What's wrong with you? Why are you ruining the performance?"

"What are you two up to?"

Then, there were all kinds of voices cursing Zheng Xiaotian and the man's families. Despite the noise, the two remained expressionless and unmoving.

"Are you going to make a move or not?" the man asked Zheng Xiaotian.

"To fight, there needs to be a reason, right?" Zheng Xiaotian said.

"No reason, I just don't like you." the man said.

"I think I have a reason now." Zheng Xiaotian nodded, then clenched his right hand into a fist and stepped forward. In the next second, he dashed out.

So fast! The man swallowed hard. He was a man of experience, and the speed of the guy in front of him was definitely that of a special forces soldier, a decisive and ruthless killer. He had provoked someone he shouldn't have. Wasn't this just asking for trouble?

The man didn't know where Zheng Xiaotian's attack would come from, but he knew one thing: all his joints needed to be out of place. This would make the designated attack point miss, and the attack would naturally fail.

The man took a step back and moved to the right. Now, he had no relation to where he was standing just a moment ago.

Zheng Xiaotian changed direction and pursued the man.

The moment the man stabilized, a sense of danger swept over him. This feeling didn't come often, but when it did, it was real. He immediately moved backward, creating distance from his current position.

Bang!

The man was shocked. His stomach was hit, and he stiffened in pain.

Bang, bang, bang!

The second, third, and fourth kicks.

The man was hit in the stomach, which was exactly what Zheng Xiaotian intended. Hitting the mark, he wouldn't let the opportunity pass. Taking advantage of the man's moment of confusion, he delivered a series of kicks.

Below the stage, the audience started clapping. It was exciting, truly exciting. Such difficult and spectacular martial arts performances were usually only seen on TV, or in 3D. But today, it was a live show.

The man fell to the ground with a thud. Zheng Xiaotian had won.

Bang, bang, bang!

Zheng Xiaotian mounted the man and started punching him, using his actions to show that provoking him would result in a beating.